Hello everyone, Im not dead. So a lot has happened in the time between the last chapter, and I will be honest with you all. I am a lazy fuck. But a Lazy fuck that is working and taking summer classes and trying to have at least a poor social life. Add A.D.D. to the mix and it is my life.

But i am so happy to be back and writing again. Really this is one of the few things I do that I feel good about. Again having all of you enjoy the story just makes it even better. I have more to say below but for now please enjoy!

A Different Type of Kiss

The room was relativity quite. Jaune laid on the bed, his breathing slow and shallow but steady. Weiss was at her desk looking over measurements double checking the content before adding the various liquids, herbs, and powders together. Ruby was sitting next to the bed. Legs curled up to her chest, her head resting against them as she held one of his hands in hers. Pyrrha was standing on the other side of the bed, her hand gently rubbing his arm. Her gaze refusing to leave his resting form

Near silent now, the room was only minutes ago chaotic.

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Pyrrha holding the limp form of Jaune in her arms had rushed to Weiss's room, practically ripping the metal from the wood she flung the door open. Ruby and Weiss hearing the heavy footsteps had already began to prepare for the treatment.

Taking the other arm of Jaune around her shoulder Ruby helped a visibly shaken Pyrrha place him on the bed. Weiss wasting no time was holding a small mirror in front of his face, her other hand placed two fingers alone his neck checking his pulse.

As the tiny glass fogged slightly Weiss knew he was still breathing as limited as it was they still had a chance. Pyrrha was ordered to fasten his body to the bed with the leather straps hanging to the side. Ruby rushed to the desk to retrieve the rest of the vials Weiss needed with only a tiny bit of confusing on proper color tones and shades.

With the "pink" vial in hand Weiss begin to mix the antidote. She asked Ruby to check his breathing again.

Holding the mirror as still as possible Ruby waited to spot the tiny fog form again, but stayed clear.

"He stopped breathing!" Ruby called to Weiss still working on the drug.

"He needs CPR." She replied to the room, as Pyrrha dropped the strap in her hand, pushing her damp hair to the side to perform the act, a blur of red blocked her way. "Eep."

Weiss almost dropped the needle in her hand seeing why Pyrrha yelped.

Hands cupping his face, Ruby's lips were pressed against his. Her cheeks red as they inflated with air, pushing it into the boy's lungs.

Separating to fill her own lungs with air she begin pushing down on his chest counting to herself.

Pyrrha while annoyed by her young friend acting first, she finished the last of the straps tugging on them to test them. Weiss, her face as well red but glaring at the knight finished filling the needle and pressed to let the air out.

"Pyrrha, Ruby I need you both to hold him down. This will get him stable, but it will also. Agitate him too." Weiss looked at both girls as the got into place. Ruby was holding his legs with her own body on top. Pyrrha placed a scrap of leather in his mouth, than her hands on his shoulder and chest.

Both turned to Weiss nodding as she infected the needle into Jaunes arm. Pushing the liquid into his vein she pulled the needle out placing it on the table before mirroring Pyrrha's grip on him.

Jaune was still for a moment his body showing no change. Till his breathing returned.

It grew faster and faster, taking in quick gulps of air, his arm twitched, his head moving side to side as his pale face turned red.

Fingers dug into the sheet, as his body trembled violently. Pushing with all their might the girls stayed firm as the spasms grew.

A muffle cries of pain filled the room, the bed creaked with the force on top of it. Ruby felt his knee dart into her stomach winding the girl. She gasped but kept her grip.

Weiss struggled with the force, his arm stressing the leather around him she put all her strength keeping it from breaking free.

Finally his body started to calm down, as a soft white light covered it.

Fingers still white after holding her grip Ruby slide off the bed clenching and releasing her hand to restore feeling while holding her stomach. "Did you have to put in so much stimulant in that shot?"

Weiss eyed her partner for question her skill. "Well of course I had too, he needed to start breathing again." Pointing a finger at him. "If he got her sooner I could have used less."

"He only got this way cause you made him take a bath first." Pyrrha sternly reminded the white haired girl that was avoiding her eyes.

"Look, he's stable now that his aura kicked in, now let's just calm down and see how he reacts." Ruby stepped between the two.

Which brings us to the present.

Weiss walked over to Jaune. Even with his aura active his face was twisted in pain and stress. Placing a hand on his forehead it was hot but lower, his pulse also slowing to a normal rate. Clearing her throat she got the attention of the two other girls. "Now that he has calmed down, I need you two to do a supply run."

"What! But we" Weiss cut Ruby off "Can leave him right now. The aura booster is not done yet. And as much as I want him out of my room, I have to monitor him and take notes in case this happens again."

Before Pyrrha could open her mouth Weiss begin again. "I give my word that while in my care no harm will befall anyone." Weiss raised her hand as she repeated the vow.

Pyrrha signed but let her continue.

"Ruby. I need you to run to the village and hand this list to the alchemist there. Do Not Drop anything on the way back." Weiss glared at the hooded girl before handing her a piece of paper. She disappeared soon after leaving a trail of rose petals behind.

"Pyrrha, in the south forest is a flower that grows by bodies of water. You can handle the Grimm there but still be carefully." Weiss held a book open, pointing to the flower drawn in its pages.

Taking the book she studied the flower and leafing the page, before rushing out the door with it in hand. Stopping only to suit up and retrieve her gear.

With the two gone Weiss looked down at Jaunes face. His mouth slightly open she stared at his lips before snorting and stomping back to her desk.

Sparing another look as he groaned in his sleep, she sighed shaking her head and continued to her desk.

The soft jiggle of the piston grinding against the mortar in Weiss hands echoed in the room. Checking back every few minutes on him she would record the results in a journal, replacing the damp towel on his forehead, then returned to her task.

Time passed slowly for Weiss, but did not feel alone. The pulsing light in the room was almost comforting to her.

Adding the grounded pieces to a bowl she stirred it together to form a paste.

Walking back to Jaune she removed the towel and raised his head, taking the paste from the bowl Weiss tried to slide it into his mouth. But stopped.

"This is not going to work." She frowned pulling the bowl away. She stared at his open mouth again.

"It's not a kiss, it's just, a medical emergence! Right, just like with Ruby she was not kissing him but just saving his pathetic life." Weiss talked to herself.

She felt his body tremble in her hand with a small groan.

With a groan of her own she put the paste into her mouth chewing it. She was glad to be alone as the bitter medicine made her feel sick. Looking down at Jaune another shade of green followed.

"It's just an indirect kiss with Ruby. It's not his mouth its Ruby's. It's not his mouth it's Ruby's." Weiss thought repeatedly. Eyes closed her hand cupped his face, the other holding her hair back. As her lips touched his, she flinched away for a moment but pressed on. Sliding her tongue past her lips she opened his mouth pushing the medicine along it into his mouth.

The medicine passed down his throat swallowing it. With the last of it gone Weiss pulled away their lips still connected by a thread of saliva, her hand covering her mouth she could not help but take in the feeling that was on her lips.

Shaking her head of the thought she rushed back to her desk. Missing the eye that peaked open as she walked away.

"While not as fast acting as an injection, the mixture I gave him should reduce his fever and help him sleep. We are low on needles as it is no need to waste more. Note to change dose to a digestible form." Weiss thought reaching her desk.

A force of habit Weiss begin to clean her tools and return them to their set place on the table till she noticed the fallen photo frame.

Picking it up, she stared at the image behind the glass.

In the photo was a family. The farther was off to the side a stern look in his eyes but a smile was clear under his mustache. A hand resting on his should belonged to a women in an elegant dress she looked frail but only added to her beauty. They were watching two little girls standing side by side they hands held together. Both girls looked to be singing to the couple.

A tear dropped onto the glass, the frame trembling in her hand, she wiped the tears from her eyes but stopped. In the reflection of the glass her hand was covering her left eye. Moving it the red slash appeared over it.

Fist clenched she cursed.

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The world around him was a blur. Voices would be talking, shouting around him but he could not understand as they were muffled. His body was heavy, weighted down. Something was put in his mouth.

Then it hurt.

His body was burning inside out. Every muscle tensed to smother the flames but failed. After that he blacked out.

When he came too, the world was still blurry but the heat was gone. A white figure was leaning over him now. Something cold was touching his face, but it felt too good for him to care.

Bitter, something bitter was now in his mouth sliding down his throat.

Blinking Weiss's face came into view, than back to the nothing.

Opening his eyes again he was now outside. He moved to get up but a gentle hand pushed him back down. A weight on his arms kept them pinned.

Looking up he saw the smiling face of his sister. Stunned he returned to the soft lap his head was resting on. He glanced down to see a pair of blonde heads using his arms as pillows. To the side was another girl leaning against the tree that was over them, turning the pages of her book. In the distance two more girls was running in the field laughing as they went.

A hand then ruffled his hair getting his attention. Looking up she was smiling at him then turned to the side. Following her eyes he saw another girl kneeing next to him. Her eyes were covered by the golden hair they all shared. Clasping her hand together she tilted her head up.

She was singing a song. A song he had not heard in a long time.

He tried to stay awake to hear more. But his eyes grew heavy and began to close. Yet the song was still being song. Slowly another voice was taking over, growing louder as the girl next to him was fading way. Replaced by another with white hair.

The song was the same, just as beautiful to hear. But the tone was different. It sounded sad, cold, alone.

Too lost in the song, he did not notice he was now sitting up staring at her.

Turning around the note she held died in her open mouth as she looked to see him staring at her.

She groaned, closing her mouth and covering her face with her hand as she turned around.

Collecting herself she turned back to face him, a blush still on her cheeks.

The silence continued as the two awkwardly stared at each other.

"Sooo." Jaune began.

"You. Heard. Nothing." She hissed.

"I." He tried again.

"Nothing!" She hollered.

Signing "Fine, you butchered the song anyway." Jaune returned to the bed rolling away from her.

"W-what! Butchered? I was on point." Weiss stomped. Glaring at him.

"No you milked the last verse holding it too long. Which is impressive but the tone you sang it in felt like a tragedy." Jaune sat up from the bed.

"Well sorry, it's too heavy for you, but my tone is the right one for the song. You heard it wrong." Weiss shot back crossing her arms.

"Look I get how people can sing however they want but, how would you know the right way it was meant to be interpreted?" Jaune tried to counter.

"Well it was one of the first songs I wrote before…. No." Weiss stopped holding herself as she whispered the last word.

"No?" He tilted his head leaning forward confused.

"Yes. No! We are not doing this child story sharing moment bullshit." Weiss shouted arms at her sides putting her foot down.

"What are?" Jaune tried but was cut off. "Stop. The others might fall for it I won't. You're playing us. No one that was put in your position would be this civil with us."

Jaune stayed silent, letting her continue. "How? How can you still smile around us and not hate us?"

Jaune continue to be silent.

"We hurt you, almost killed you. Even if you say you don't hold attachment to your comrades. The way you sacrificed yourself in the caves and drink poison says otherwise, for at least a few people.

"You should be mad, hating us, resenting us." Weiss knew she hated the cities for abandoned them, and letting those monsters do as they pleased. She touched her scar.

She was looking at him, waiting to hear what he would say.

Jaune took a breath before looking at her. "I told you all before. About my past, what I went through. Guess I got to be clearer."

"When I killed that bastard defending my sister. I was forced to serve in his place. I join a group against my will and my family was spared. Since then I was marked and tossed in the front lines. Over and over again. Each time I returned no matter if we won or lost they would just send me off on another suicide mission. To them I was not a person, hell I was not even a tool. A tool has value. I was fodder. As long as I took an enemy with me they did not care if I lived or died." Weiss was now salient.

"After being in so many fights you learn a few things. You can't save everyone. No matter how hard you try someone will get hurt or die. I almost gave up. Until I meet Ren and Alice. Then I learned you got to at least save as many as you can and protect the people you care about." Jaune looked to Weiss she was still looking away from him.

"You know it's funny really." She faced him curious. "I find myself forced into another cause, with someone I care about being leverage. You girls are called monsters worse than the Grimm yet you treated me better than those called hero's in the city. Even while training you push me but never too hard." Jaune yawned feeling the medicine kick in.

"You don't trust me, and you still show me mercy when you could just leave me to suffer. Even you Weiss." She looked surprised. "You gave me medicine to make me comfortable at the cost of your own." She looked away again with a tiny blush.

"You're a little cold at times but you have a heart." Jaune chuckled returning to the bed. "Almost like a Snow Angel."

The room was silent again. Weiss stood for a moment till Jaune was fast asleep. She walked over to him pinching his cheek, but pulled the blanket over him.

She then walked out the door.

Waiting for her on the other side was the rest of the girls. "Satisfied?" She asked them.

"Are you?" Pyrrha asked back.

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(Knock, Knock)

The sound stirring him from his sleep, Jaune rubbed his eyes getting up. He was in his own room again. With a yawn he reached the door opening it to the warm smile of Pyrrha. "Hello." She greeted in her hand was a tray with breakfast on it.

"Morning Pyrrha." He replied shuffling to the side to let her in. The smell of fresh food as she passed quickly roused him.

Taking the seat across from her, he start to eat.

"I'm glad to see you made a full recovery since yesterday, it was shocking to see you collapse like that." She said blushing a little.

Jaune chocked on the apple he was eating when remembering where he collapsed.

She waited letting him recover giggling softly at him. "Now, I got something important to talk to you about. It involves, Ren."

Jaune stopped coughing looking up at Pyrrha. Her tone was even and calm, no sign of it being a threat or news he would not want to hear. Pushing the plate to the side he put his hand on the table. "I'm listening."

"I will be blunt Jaune. We truly wish for you to trust us. And holding your friend over your head will only block that message. So we have deiced to let you meet him and let him go where ever he wants to go. But for this to work we asked that you trust us with the extra training that you will be doing." Pyrrha finished staying in a neutral expression.

Jaune thought for a moment before answering. "Alright what type of training will this be?"

"It could be considered spiritual." Pyrrha hinted smiling.

Before I begin I want to thank everyone for reading and sticking with me. I know Im not the best with updates or editing and I just appreciate people still reading. Positive or negative I like reading your comments and seeing what you all think. (Cough) but I like positive better or at least a thoughtful post instead of just "This is shit" okay why is it shit? Sorry I will save that for below.

But I hope you all enjoyed the story and keep reading! See you all soon.

(Now to the address)

I would like to make a few points about this story. I have said this before but I again apologies if my writing causes confusing and I do not portray what is happening in the story or how the character feel clearly. This is my lack of skill as a writer and I have to get better at this.

But I hope this chapter address some of the recent comments I get about how Jaune has been acting so passive with the girls.

To address one review that I got recently which I am grateful for since I see some points in were they are getting confused even if they referred to it as shit. Quote them. "This is Fanon" Which means it is based on another story. So the character are going to be what they are. Jaune is based on Jaune and at the start of the show he was the weakest one that needed the extra help. Yes I could have, and some have already have made him in their own stories into a badass fighter, with a 10 inch dick that kills grimm with a thought while fucking the whole female cast of the show. (Still a fun story to read) But that not who Jaune is in this story.

If I wanted Jaune to be the Whipping boy to the girls. I would have him be emasculated, actually beaten, and even abused in all ways possible physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I don't really think it would be considered him bend over for them by getting stronger, and just doing regular house chores. I mean its not like he didn't do those things before while in the army or even at his own house.

His sister trained him at the start and they were just as hard as the girls even if a few of them babied him but that's for another chapter.

So is Jaune there against his will, yes.

Is he miserable, no.

Is he a slave? If you see him like that then he is a slave. Whatever.

But if people are waiting for and Spoiler this does not happen for Jaune to start fighting back and beating them then this is not the story for you.

X(Kind Of Spoilers)X

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The point of the story is that a guy gets captured, been on both sides of the fighting, and tries to make things better for all. And along the way he might fall for a few girls and they fall for him.

Throw in a few Grimm monsters inspired by Greek and Roman Mythos, some actions fight scenes, people trying to form friendships or more, and even a little lemon. That's it.

Who knows maybe the girls will learn something.

Weiss might learn that just because a group of people are evil doesn't mean all people in it are.

Blake might learn to overcome the past and not hold onto it and let go.

Ruby might see the hardship of being a leader but mature from them.

Yang might learn to not let her emotions control her.

Pyrrha might see that she does not have to be perfect all the time and even be allow to make mistakes.